Banishing All the Rules (Billionaire Romance) (The A List Series Book 3) by Savannah Rylan Page B
Authors: Savannah Rylan
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she’d do next. It surprised probably everyone when she turned on her heal and raced out of the house, not stopping as the reporter and camera chased after her, still asking questions.
I stood from my hiding spot and caught Breccan’s gaze just as I heard the squeal of tires peeling away.
“What now?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I’m not sure, but she has a whole lot of explaining to do and absolutely nothing to hold over your head any longer.” I strode up to him, wrapping my hands around his waist. “I’m sorry, Breccan. I had no idea what it was she was trying to plant. I feel awful that all of this came out. That wasn’t fair to you.”
Breccan kissed my forehead. “Don’t feel bad. I’m okay that it came out. It would have sooner or later. And hopefully at least this way she’ll finally be out of our lives for good.”
“You think?” I asked, hopeful.
He cupped my face, tilting my lips toward him and placing a small, soft kiss on them. “I hope. But even if she’s not, at least we can deal with it together this time. Because no matter what, from now on you’re one hundred percent beside me. Not my assistant. Not the help. You’re my partner.”
“What about all your rules?” I teased.
Breccan rolled his eyes. “Woman, please. I banished those pretty much the moment I met you.”
Chapter Twelve
Cora
I slipped the freshly pressed jacket of my tuxedo on, checking myself in the mirror to make sure my tie was straight. The suit was custom made for me by one of the top designers in the country, and fit my like a glove.
As great as the suit was, I could care less how I looked right now. All I wanted to see was Cora in the dress she’d found. I’d offered to get someone to do something custom for her, but she insisted on off the rack. I smiled, thinking about the way her cute little nose scrunched up when I told her she could have a twenty thousand dollar dress.
“Why would I waste that money on a dress I’m going to wear one night? How about I find something off the rack instead, and we donate the money to a research center for dementia instead?”
God, I loved that woman. Her selflessness never ceased to amaze me. The way she fought for me, the way she fiercely loved – there was no movie role on this planet that could top that. She was absolutely amazing in every possible way, and I was the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.
“You almost ready, babe?” I called. “The limo’s waiting.”
“Two more minutes,” she called back. “They’re not finished fussing with me yet. Ouch! Good Lord. These fake eyelashes are a pain. I feel like someone attached weights to my eyes. How am I supposed to blink with these things?”
I couldn’t help the smile that stretched across my face. Hell, she could be in sweats and a tee shirt, and she’d still be the most beautiful woman there tonight. But I knew it was important to her to look her best since the entire world would be watching. A movie premiere might be old hat to me, but this was a big deal for her.
After everything that happened last week, I was ready for one drama free night. The day after the now infamous break-in—something that had yet to not be a top headline on every news source—Miranda booked an interview with Diane Sawyer where she broke down and confessed everything; well, her version of events anyway. She admitted she’d had two abortions and didn’t tell me about them, but tried to claim she had no choice and felt pressured to not lose her perfect size zero shape for movie roles. She attempted to come across as a sympathetic love-struck victim in all of it, but when Diane asked her some hard questions that put Miranda in a harsh light, Miranda screamed at her and ran off set. The next day, she checked herself into rehab for undisclosed reasons. I’m sure she’ll spin some story when she gets out, but for now she was out of my life
I stood from my hiding spot and caught Breccan’s gaze just as I heard the squeal of tires peeling away.
“What now?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I’m not sure, but she has a whole lot of explaining to do and absolutely nothing to hold over your head any longer.” I strode up to him, wrapping my hands around his waist. “I’m sorry, Breccan. I had no idea what it was she was trying to plant. I feel awful that all of this came out. That wasn’t fair to you.”
Breccan kissed my forehead. “Don’t feel bad. I’m okay that it came out. It would have sooner or later. And hopefully at least this way she’ll finally be out of our lives for good.”
“You think?” I asked, hopeful.
He cupped my face, tilting my lips toward him and placing a small, soft kiss on them. “I hope. But even if she’s not, at least we can deal with it together this time. Because no matter what, from now on you’re one hundred percent beside me. Not my assistant. Not the help. You’re my partner.”
“What about all your rules?” I teased.
Breccan rolled his eyes. “Woman, please. I banished those pretty much the moment I met you.”
Chapter Twelve
Cora
I slipped the freshly pressed jacket of my tuxedo on, checking myself in the mirror to make sure my tie was straight. The suit was custom made for me by one of the top designers in the country, and fit my like a glove.
As great as the suit was, I could care less how I looked right now. All I wanted to see was Cora in the dress she’d found. I’d offered to get someone to do something custom for her, but she insisted on off the rack. I smiled, thinking about the way her cute little nose scrunched up when I told her she could have a twenty thousand dollar dress.
“Why would I waste that money on a dress I’m going to wear one night? How about I find something off the rack instead, and we donate the money to a research center for dementia instead?”
God, I loved that woman. Her selflessness never ceased to amaze me. The way she fought for me, the way she fiercely loved – there was no movie role on this planet that could top that. She was absolutely amazing in every possible way, and I was the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.
“You almost ready, babe?” I called. “The limo’s waiting.”
“Two more minutes,” she called back. “They’re not finished fussing with me yet. Ouch! Good Lord. These fake eyelashes are a pain. I feel like someone attached weights to my eyes. How am I supposed to blink with these things?”
I couldn’t help the smile that stretched across my face. Hell, she could be in sweats and a tee shirt, and she’d still be the most beautiful woman there tonight. But I knew it was important to her to look her best since the entire world would be watching. A movie premiere might be old hat to me, but this was a big deal for her.
After everything that happened last week, I was ready for one drama free night. The day after the now infamous break-in—something that had yet to not be a top headline on every news source—Miranda booked an interview with Diane Sawyer where she broke down and confessed everything; well, her version of events anyway. She admitted she’d had two abortions and didn’t tell me about them, but tried to claim she had no choice and felt pressured to not lose her perfect size zero shape for movie roles. She attempted to come across as a sympathetic love-struck victim in all of it, but when Diane asked her some hard questions that put Miranda in a harsh light, Miranda screamed at her and ran off set. The next day, she checked herself into rehab for undisclosed reasons. I’m sure she’ll spin some story when she gets out, but for now she was out of my life
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